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aimlessly before tilting back and resting his feet on the desk. “It’s a money job, is all, but just between us, Breakfast at Fred’s is going to fucking rule. Don’t tell the producers, but this is not your average teen flick. I’m thinking Godard. Something human, humorous, and freaking dark.”
    “Uh-huh,” murmured Vanessa, sipping her tea. Not only was she distracted by the director’s office artwork—over his desk hung a bigger-than-life-size picture of the director him-self, completely naked, splashing in the waves with the bitchy Jade Empire skank—but she hated this kind of pretentious art talk.
    Better get used to it, Miss NYU Film School.
    “So, what do you say?” asked Ken, openly picking his nose and flicking the findings onto the floor. “I know it’s a major studio, I know it’s big budget, I know it’s romantic comedy. But those are all the reasons I need you. I need your vision to help me deliver something that’s going to make the movie-going public sit up and take notice. ”
    As if they hadn’t already.
    Vanessa stared out the window at some elevated train tracks that had been abandoned decades before and were now sprouting trees and grass, and a big building under construction on the next block. It was everything she was against: a major studio’s romantic comedy for teenagers. But Ken Mogul needed her; how many incoming NYU freshmen could say the same thing? Plus, it sounded like a shitload of fun, and she had fuck-all to do that summer. That was why she’d come there today in the first place: sheer boredom.
    She turned back to Ken. “I’ll have to think about it.”
    Ken took his feet off the desk and fiddled with his papers, finally unearthing a beaten pack of cigarettes. He stuck one in his mouth but didn’t light it. “The female lead was supposed to be my wife,” Ken continued, “but, as you already know, I’ve decided to go in another direction.”
    “Wife?” Vanessa could hardly believe that anyone would dream of marrying a googly-eyed, neurotic, conceited freak like Ken Mogul.
    “Heather. I think she showed you in.”
    Miss Congeniality was Mrs. Mogul?
    “Oh, right.” Vanessa couldn’t resist taking another peek at the nudie photo behind the desk. It looked like a scene from a pirated porn movie.
    Freaks of the Caribbean?
    “Well, now she’s not speaking to me because I’ve decided to go with Serena. Serena’s going to be huge. And so are you.”
    “I’m honored,” Vanessa replied. “I really am. But you’ll have to let me think about it, okay?”
    Better think fast, honey. Hollywood waits for no one!

Gossip Girl 09 - Only in Your Dreams
    s moves out
    “I’m going to 169 East Seventy-first Street,” Serena van der Woodsen said to the cabbie as she slid into the taxi’s black vinyl backseat. She rolled down the window and let the warm late morning air blow across her face. Aah, summer. All her life summer had meant parties at her family’s estate in Ridgefield, Connecticut, or long, sunny afternoons in the park, reading old W magazines and slurping Stoli-and-cranberry popsicles with Blair. Now, for the first time ever, Serena had a job. She turned a thick manila envelope over in her hands and removed the letter she’d already read several times:
    Holly:You must suffer for your art. You must BE your part. Pack your bags. The keys in this envelope are the keys to your new life— the original life of Holly. See you soon. Kenneth.
    It was an odd letter, sure, but what else did she expect from a world-famous eccentric like Kenneth Mogul? He was her director, so she figured she better do as directed.
    She patted the two old monogrammed red-and-white-striped Kate Spade tote bags beside her. They still smelled deliciously like the ocean and suntan lotion and contained a stash of Cosabella underwear, one of her brother Erik’s old Brown T-shirts that she’d swiped the last time he’d been home, a flimsy Milly sundress, her most comfortable Michael Kors